Skinned Alive
Crucifix
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You can walk down any city's streets
On any given day of the year
And pretend that what we have is peace
But we live our lives in constant fear
In a hellish inferno
A mass crematorium
Ashes to ashes
Blown away by the winds
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There's no escape to or from
Any knid of nuclear exchange
Make haste or we're surely doomed
To see our planet's end
In a hellish inferno
A mass crematorium
Ashes to ashes
Blown away by the winds
You can walk down any city's streets
On any given day of the year
And pretend that what we have is peace
But we live our lives in constant fear
Of a hellish inferno